Dr. Pennington) successfully escaped and reached their longed-for haven in a free land.  The Penningtons, however, although pains had been taken to apprize the Doctor of the good news of the coming of his kin, whom he had not seen for many, many years, were captured after being in New York some twenty-four hours.  In answer to an advisory letter from the secretary of the Committee the following from the Doctor is explicit, relative to his wishes and feelings with regard to their being sent on to New York.

    29 6th AVENUE, NEW YORK, May 24th, 1854.

MY DEAR MR. STILL:—­Your kind letter of the 22d inst has come to hand and I have to thank you for your offices of benevolence to my bone and my flesh, I have had the pleasure of doing a little for your brother Peter, but I do not think it an offset.  My burden has been great about these brethren.  I hope they have started on to me.  Many thanks, my good friend.

    Yours Truly.

    J.W.C.  PENNINGTON.

This letter only served to intensify the deep interest which had already been awakened for the safety of all concerned.  At the same time also it made the duty of the Committee clear with regard to forwarding them to N.Y.  Immediately, therefore, the Doctor’s brother and sons were furnished with free tickets and were as carefully cautioned as possible with regard to slave-hunters, if encountered on the road.  In company with several other Underground Rail Road passengers, under the care of an intelligent guide, all were sent off in due order, looking quite as well as the most respectable of their race from any part of the country.  The Committee in New York, with the Doctor, were on the look out of course; thus without difficulty all arrived safely in the Empire City.

It would seem that the coming of his brother and sons so overpowered the Doctor that he forgot how imminent their danger was.  The meeting and interview was doubtless very joyous.  Few perhaps could realize, even in imagination, the feelings that filled their hearts, as the Doctor and his brother reverted to their boyhood, when they were both slaves together in Maryland; the separation—­the escape of the former many years previous—­the contrast, one elevated to the dignity of a Doctor of Divinity, a scholar and noted clergyman, and as such well known in the United States, and Great Britain, whilst, at the same time, his brother and kin were held in chains, compelled to do unrequited labor, to come and go at the bidding of another.  Were not these reflections enough to incapacitate the Doctor for the time being, for cool thought as to how he should best guard against the enemy?  Indeed, in view of Slavery and its horrid features, the wonder is, not that more was not done, but that any thing was done, that the victims were not driven almost out of their senses.  But time rolled on until nearly twenty-four hours had passed, and while reposing their fatigued and weary limbs in